The voices in my head are getting stronger; I try to drown them out by dragging a blade across my arm and popping pill after pill. Nothing works; I refuse to tell anyone because I'm already an outcast. I don't want to add any more things to the list of reasons why I get bullied. Green Day is blasting from my stereo. I lay down on my bed, looking up at all the posters on my ceiling. Without these bands, I would be dead; I tried committing suicide, butit didn't work. I never did it again. Better get ready for hell (school), I gotta be there in 20 minutes. I wipe the blood off my arm and do my make-up, heavier than I've done it before. I'm gonna ignore it all today; I'm not gonna let some dicks that probably have their own problems torture me. Lies, all lies; I never stand up for myself, I'm too afraid...
I walk through the almost empty corridors to the music room. My favourite lesson, it's the lesson that I feel the most 'at home' in. I get into the room and I am greeted by utter silence. That's odd. I usually get called 'emo', 'fag', you know, the usual. I grab my guitar from the instrument cupboard and sit down at my desk.
"Amy? You're performing for us, for your exam? Everyone else has done theirs and you're the only one left," Mr Crowley says.
"Um, o-o-ok," I stammer as I walk up to the front, dragging my guitar and a chair with me.
Fuck, what was the song I was preparing?
That's it! The world is Ugly. I start to strum a soft tune on my guitar; then I begin singing.

'These are the eyes and the lies of the taken
These are their hearts but their hearts don’t beat like ours
They burn ‘cause they are all afraid
For every one of us, there’s an army of them
But you’ll never fight alone' I prepare myself so I can belt out the chorus.

'‘Cause I wanted you to know
That the world is ugly
But you’re beautiful to me
Well are you thinking of me now' This sounds great acoustic; I'll try it with other songs when I leave this hell today.

'These are the nights and the lights that we fade in
These are the words but the words aren’t coming out
They burn ‘cause they are hard to say
For every failing sun, there’s a morning after
Though I’m empty when you go
I just wanted you to know

That the world is ugly
But you’re beautiful to me
Are you thinking of me
Like I’m thinking of you
I would say I’m sorry, though
Though I really need to go
I just wanted you to know
I wanted you to know
I wanted you to know

I’m thinking of you every night, every day
These are the eyes and the lies of the taken
These are their hearts but their hearts don’t beat like ours
They burn ‘cause they are all afraid
When mine beats twice as hard

‘Cause the world is ugly
But you’re beautiful to me
Are you thinking of me
Like I’m thinking of you
I would say I’m sorry, though
Though I really need to go
I just wanted you to know
That the world is ugly
But you’re beautiful to me
Are you thinking of me

Stop your crying, helpless feeling
Dry your eyes and start believing
There’s one thing they’ll never take from you' I elongate the last word a little, just like the song. I finish playing my guitar and everyone just stares at me, mouths wide open.
"Uh... thank you Amy. You can all get on with preparing for the rest of the exam now class," the teacher says and motions me to sit down at my desk.
I get my work out that I started last lesson and carry on with it. This lesson is gonna be great! No bullying. I put my headphones on and work. A knock at the door makes me fall of my chair. How did that guy appear there so fast?! I remove my headphones as he walks into the room. He's gorgeous, maybe about 5'4", with black hair, dressed all in black and wearing guyliner too.
"Yes Frank. What do you want?" Mr Crowley says sounding impatient.
"Um... I'm looking for uh- Amy?" He replies.
Did he just say MY name?
"She's over there. Amy, you're free to go," sir says to Frank, pointing straight at me.
"You'll need your bags," Frank says to me. I feel myself blush.
I get up, throw my belongings from the desk into my bag, sling it over my shoulder and leave with Frank.
"Hi, I'm Frank," He says as we leave the room, his hand is stretched towards me.
I shake it and reply "I'm Amy; well you know that."
We stand there in silence for a minute. Frank breaks the awkwardness...
"I like your shirt- and y-your make-up, it's l-like m-mine," he stutters. He must be nervous, I know I am.
"Thanks... Your make-up looks great on you," I smile, showing him that what I said was the truth.
He smiles back. "We're going to the principals office. She wants to talk to both of us and a few other guys called Mikey, Ray, Bob and Gerard. She told me to get you because I'm good with girls; not in a sexual way," we start to walk down the many corridors towards the principals office. What could she want with me and a few older guys?
"Oh good! You found her," the principal smiles as we both walk in. Gerard, Bob, Ray and Mikey are already there, waiting for me and Frank.
"Ok, you may be wondering why I've called for you all," she begins.
"Yeah! What's going on?" we all say in unison. These guys look awesome but they don't sound nice at all. They are all wearing a different band shirt and heavy guyliner. Wow, there ARE some people like me in this school...
"Well, I've noticed that Amy here, is being badly bullied," she continues, pointing to me when she said my name.
"Why does this concern us?" one of them asks, in a calm tone. He has chin-length red hair and is really attractive. Snap out of Amy, you've just met these guys!
"Yeah. Why are we here if this is about her?" a guy, next to the red head, says. He has a fro; it's so huge but awesome!
"I asked you guys here because I want you to look out for her and be her friends. I just hate seeing one of my students getting bullied like she is. It's only October and her teachers are all worried about her. Please, just give her someone to talk to," she finishes, looking genuinely concerned.
"I will!" Frank says, looking at me and smiling. He seems like a really nice guy.
"Thank you Frank. Anyone else willing to help Amy out?" she says, sounding impatient.
"Fine, we'll help," the red head says, trying to smile, so as not to hurt my feelings.
"Thank you Gerard for so kindly volunteering yourselves to help Amy get though this year. You can all leave now," she motions for us to turn around and leave.
"Um... what classes are you in now?" I ask, trying to make light conversation with my 'friends'.
"Well, Gee's in art. Bob and Mikey are in English. Ray's in Science and I'm on a free so I'm just in the music studio jamming. I'll take you back to music if you like?" Frank asks, grinning form ear to ear. Why can't anyone my age be this nice?! It's nice to have older 'guy' friends but I'd like to have friends in my grade at least!
"Ok, sure. Thanks Franki-" I stop, realising that I was about to call him Frankie.
"You can call me Frankie, you know. The others do,"
"Ok, Frankie," I reply, smiling as we walk back through the corridors to the music rooms.
"Who was the girl singing in your class first thing? She's really good," he says, making my: stomach do a backflip and cheeks turn crimson.
"I-i-it w-was... um... me!" I stutter as he turns to face me, shock now his facial expression.
"Wow! You're a great singer! I love what you did to that song by the way; it sounds great acoustic. Listen, I can get you out of the rest of music so you can hang in the studio with me," he stops walking as he says this, turning me to face him.
"Ok, that sounds great! I have an hour of music left so I can hang with you until the class ends. Can I get my guitar from class first?" I grin as I think of what we might talk about... Alone.
"Sure." We carry on walking towards the classroom, in utter silence; not an awkward silence, but a comfortable one.
We get to the class, I pick up my guitar and leave again. I leave Frankie to deal with Mr Crowley; he knows what to say. He leaves the room and we walk to the studio, hands occasionally brushing. This makes me blush yet again and I giggle to try and hide the fact that I think that Frankie is so hot... We walk into the studio and I just stare in awe.
"This place is fucking amazing!" I say, looking around the studio. It's huge and there's a couple of black leather couches with purple cushions. The room is also black with purple decor which makes it look comforting and rocky.
"It's the only place I feel comfortable going to in my free periods," he motions for me to throw my bags on the couch at the other side of the room. I do just that and sit on the couch closest to us with my guitar on my lap and I start strumming a familiar tune. He joins me with his guitar and plays the same tune but in a higher note so the notes harmonise beautifully.

I start to sing the words: 'Turn away, If you could get me a drink
Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded
Call my aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
And bury me in all my favorite colours,
My sisters and my brothers, still,
I will not kiss you,
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.' Frankie surprises me when he starts to sing with me.
'Now turn away,
'Cause I'm awful just to see
'Cause all my hairs abandoned all my body,
Oh, my agony,
Know that I will never marry,
Baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo
But counting down the days to go
It just ain't living
And I just hope you know' he is such an amazing singer!

'That if you say
Goodbye today
I'd ask you to be true
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you'
Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you' Frankie sings 'you' in a higher note so, as well as the guitars, the notes we are singing harmonise awesomely. We finish playing the guitars in perfect synch; it sounded beautiful.
"That sounded great Amy! Wanna do another?" he says, smiling at me.
"Um... ok, sure!" I reply, preparing my guitar for another song...

Notes

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